a single string

January has that deep gray gloom
To its day. worse in the nights
We miss the solidarity of humanity
With the Christmas carols and
Yards and yards of bright lights
We loathe to pull down the indoor tree
It seems to have been a single friend
Through the darkening winter

So She keeps a string of bright white
Strewn across the bannister
Like steps leading to an old friend
Guiding her way
Up the too quiet bannister


photo credit to michaelswanderings.blogspot


  1. I totally agree! Leave those lights up for a while… the only bright spots in January.
    One great poem after another… **mcb***

  2. My sentiments exactly and better described. The less I decorate the less miserable it is to “undecorate” and face reality. Jan.-April. On and on and on until finally it is over. Then August arrives for a new kind of misery

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